Michael Allen Shaffer

Michael Allen Shaffer, 66, had the audacity to pass away April 7th, 2023.

Michael was born September 2nd, 1956 in Minneapolis Minnesota to the late Lucky and Bev Shaffer. He was raised in Minneapolis, but spent summers on his grandparents' rural farm outside of town to have more space to cause trouble.

He and his first wife were looking for a change when they threw a dart at a map one night that landed on Oregon. Thankfully the dart didn’t land any further west, he wasn’t one for open water, in fact the thought of it made him panic the way most of us react when we see a spider. Michael worked his way up at Viacom cable company, becoming the branch manager while raising his oldest daughter, C. Later, Michael would remarry and have a second daughter, RaeAnna. After many years of management, Michael decided he again wanted a change. He wanted to make a difference and do more than answer some emails and then go play golf for the day. After pretending to have years of experience and a masters degree in mental health, he anointed himself a mental health counselor. He quickly became a key player in the mental health wing of the retirement facility. It must take one to know one… He held other jobs since counseling. These employers probably checked their references more carefully, the internet was more common at this point.

Michael loved to golf, write short stories and poems; he was proud of his accepted submissions to Hallmark cards. He shared his love for starting campfires with his daughters (big ones ignited by gasoline that made our moms furious,) and Elvis Presley’s music. He loved visiting the beach and Detroit lake, but only to look at the water- not get in it.

Michael is survived by his 2 daughters, C. and RaeAnna, his sisters Vicki, Sherrie, and sister-in-law Dee, 2 grandsons, and many nieces and nephews. As for his late grandparents Elmer and Jane, parents Lucky and Bev, and brother Randy… good luck with him, wherever you all end up. He missed you all dearly.

Michael passed in his home in Southern Oregon, where he spent his last years living minutes away from his youngest daughter. They would enjoy frequent dinners reminiscing, up until his very last evening.

It was his wish to not hold a funeral, they gave him the “heebie jeebies”. Instead, remember the good times and laugh.